Friday the 13th is here.
There is no need to fear.
Step into the manor.
Ignore any banter.
The party is for you,
only a select few.
I have a secret to tell,
one involving an old spell.
A witch cast her spell.
Our lives went to hell.
Beneath End House, we were banished.
Please wait, I know you must be famished.
Listen to my tale.
The bread won’t turn stale.
Banished for years, we were.
Trapped in the earth by her.
We were freed by a priest,
accompanied by a beast.
We haven’t eaten for many years.
Do not bother to shed any tears.
Please step onto the food platters.
Our hunger is all that matters.
THE DEAD GAME
Appropriately spooky for the day. Happy 13th!
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Happy Friday the 23th and full moon, Susanne!
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13th! And great poem.
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“Friday the 13th is here.
There is no need to fear.”
Beautiful!
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